MONDAY
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MONDAY
\\nI can get out of bed today.
\\nI can feel my face today.
\\nI can look myself in the eyes today.
\\nI can attempt to love the person I see, but its not me.
\\nNot today.
\\nNot today, is what I said.
\\nMonday is what I meant.
\\nThat\\u2019s when I will smile.
\\nSunday, I will prep.
\\nHold my hands down and work.
\\nGet ready for the life I made.
\\nFace it.
\\nDeny it.
\\nTry again.
\\nWork on the present to exist.
\\nThe normal I must feel.
\\nThe willingness to persist.
\\nAllow me to introduce myself.
\\nI am that one chick.
\\nLoud and abrupt with whiskey breath.
\\nQuiet and unsure with weed on my brain.
\\nIlluminated with mushrooms in my stomach.
\\nAltering lives with acid in my third eye.
\\nChanging depth of perception by my presence.
\\nLost souls on my couch.
\\nEveryone is trying.
\\nIncluding her and her\\u2026and her.
\\nWe all feel the leeching bout of time.
\\nOur lives cumbersome.
\\nBuilding for that sublime.
\\nLet\\u2019s try this again.
\\nHello.
\\nI am.
\\nNobody.
\\nBack to bed I go.
\\nGood night to the world.
\\nAll the views in this mild exposure.
\\nMy face burnt from the sun.
\\nMy eyes wide to the truth.
\\nI love myself.
\\nI\\u2019m sorry you don\\u2019t see it.
\\nMaybe Monday.
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